Back on the West Coast to the tune of tsunamis and earthquakes. Mother in kitchen making coffee and clanging dishes, three German exchange students, occasional other-sibling telephone calls, 6 km run with seemingly endless hill, wet forests and moss, noisy rivers, excitement over tomorrow’s hockey game, big fir trees. I was also firmly told to hand over my computer for several of the ten days I will be here to engage in ‘relaxation.’ A longer post incoming on the transition out of Nairobi. New projects, more fieldwork, less kidnappings.